“And play their own music?” Dora Dane Daring said. “Do you take victrola lessons?”
I said, “He plays the shoe horn, also the gas pipe. He can even play on Boys’ Life; that’s the scouts’ official organ.”
She said, “Most canary birds are musical.”
“Yes,” I said, “and parrots can laugh, too.”
She said, “You ought to call it an A. B. C. hike instead of a B hike. If you’re going to tear down any houses we’d like to see you do it.”
“Everybody falls for the scouts—in all the houses,” Pee-wee yelled.
That Daring girl just giggled and said, “Oh, isn’t that just wonderful?”
So then I rounded up my army of invasion and I shouted, “Scouts and sprouts, I have squinted yonder tree with my trusty right eye and I find we have to cross neutral territory again. We have to go through that house over there——”
“The one with the roof of——” Pee-wee shouted.